Journeys of a flight attendant who got married and added my husband to my flight benefits. After traveling the world together one open seat at a time for 3 years we had a baby girl named Charlotte. Now we have a whole new world of adventure to explore together......

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Yogi Magee goes Costa Rica

If one is lucky enough they will get to visit Costa
Rica at least once in their life. If one is
extremely fortunate, she will get to visit it twice. This past week I was that
fortunate one.

The first time I went to Costa
Rica was about five years ago. It was the
first place I had ever been internationally outside of Mexico
and Cananda and the first time Chad
and I had ever left the country together. We went with my friends Jason, Casey,
and Brandy and we all flew standby down to San Jose then took a five hour
shuttle and ferry ride to Santa Theresa. I celebrated my birthday there. When I
left I was devastated. I did not want to leave and felt like I was leaving a
piece of my heart behind. I promised I would be back and I truly felt I would
return that fall. But the years went by and I traveled other places and though
Costa Rica never stayed far from my heart, how do you go back when there’s so
much else in the world to see?

Then the opportunity to return presented itself in such a
way I could not say no. Qi, the gym I teach yoga at announced last October that
they were planning a yoga retreat there. Not only was a yoga retreat to be held
there in April but my absolute two favorite teachers and my inspirations were
leading the retreat. I put it out to the universe that I wanted to go. I needed
to be there. So right before Christmas, I got an email from Chad
asking if I would like to go to Costa Rica
as my Christmas present. I nearly melted I was so thrilled at the prospect. It
is by far the most unselfish gift I have ever been given in my life and I could
not be more grateful to my husband. He knew how much it meant to me so he
signed me up and just like that, I was headed back “home.”

flying on Nature Air from San Jose to Puerto Jimenez

I tried not to think about the trip to much ahead of time. I
tried not to let myself get excited until I was on the plane and taxing away
from the gate. I flew to Newark
solo and it didn’t really hit me that I was traveling alone until I arrived
there at 1am. I slept in the airport
because the flight was so early. At about 7:30am
I was on my way down to San Jose
and so thankful that the standby God’s were with me and allowed me to get on
the flight. I had a confirmed ticket from San Jose down to Puerto Jimenez where
the retreat was being held and I had drank a few too many cocktails on the
plane which gave me a renewed confidence when I arrived in San Jose. I barely
remember picking a taxi driver or the drive to the Nature air airport. I do
remember being extremely hung over and tired sitting in that little airport
with nothing to do for three hours while I waited for my flight. Lesson learned
– do not drink so much at the start of your vacation.

The flight from San Jose
down to Puerto Jimenez was a little intimidating in that it was via a small 12
person plane on Nature Air. I had never been on a plane so small that there wasn’t a flight
attendant so I said a silent prayer that everything would go ok. It was only
about a 45 minute flight and there was no turbulence. Had I to do it over again
I would suggest taking Sansa because those flights leave from the San Jose
airport and then it won’t cost an extra $50 in cab fare roundtrip.

I was arriving a day earlier than most of the other yogis
coming on the trip so I got to stay with some of the girls in a cabina that
they rented called Cabinas Jimenez. From the airport in Puerto Jimenez (which
really isn’t an airport at all, just a small building outside of an air strip)
there were some vans lined up waiting to take people to where they were
staying. Now it really hit me that I was alone because all these groups were
going off together and here I was on my own. Luckily I was approached by
someone who spoke limited English and between that and my limited Spanish I
arrived at the Cabinas Jimenez. It really was not a long walk to the place at
all as it was right off the water so if I stayed again I would have walked the
next time.

fresh coconut water cut right from the trees at the cabinas

The Cabinas Jimenez was right on the water but had a
swimming pool as well which was great because at low tide there wasn’t much of
a beach to swim in. We could walk the length of the town which was a dirt road
and there were a few restaurants, a grocery store, a liquor store and some
bars. The Cabina’s had bikes we could use for free which made walking into town
during the hot afternoon hours easier.

Typical Food in downtown Puerto Jimenez.

Getting into town a day earlier gave us an advantage in that
we weren’t nearly as tired as those who had taken the red eye flight in. A
shuttle from the Blue Osa where we were staying for the retreat came and picked
us up at the Cabina’s and we were on our way to paradise for the week.

sunrise that woke me up at 5:15 daily

It was surreal for me to be surrounded by everyone I see at
the gym and teach with and talk to here in a foreign country. When we arrived
we were greeted by Aaron, one of the owners of Blue Osa and given our room
assignments. Robyn and I had chosen to room together and we had a third
roommate, Lisa. I must say we had the best room I believe. It was room six,
right under the yoga deck and it faced the ocean. Each morning at 5 I would
awaken to the sunrise and there was always a steady ocean breeze. The rooms had
two double beds and a single with one bathroom. Our bathroom had no door to
where the toilet was and no shower curtain. So if you have a shared room get
comfortable because at some point someone will see you naked some way some how.

Our home away from home for the week

Upon our arrival we were also introduced to our schedule
which they had on a white board outside the office each day. At 6am they would put out fruit, granola and yogurt
but we were to eat and drink in silence. In fact quiet time ran from 10pm until 7:30am
each day. After a lite snack we could go place our mats on the yoga deck and
were given the opportunity to meditate from 7-7:30 after which we would have a
yoga class led by Dawnelle. This class would last until about 10am, at 10:30
brunch was served then we had a snack time at 2pm and the next yoga class,
taught by Alex was at 4pm. This lasted until 6pm
or so then cocktail hour started at 6:30
and dinner was ready at 7. They had a bell in the main dining area that they
would ring to alert us when the food was ready which was a good thing
considering no one wore a watch or really knew what time it was!

Blue Osa had tours available to us to take but most of us
stayed “on campus” as it were. Between the ocean and the pool and our
imaginations there was never really a time to be bored. There was also an
extensive spa list although those that got massages in the afternoon were
subjected to us yelling and carrying on at the pool because the massage hut was
right beside the pool. I had an aloe wrap on the last day which was perfect for
my sunburnt skin as well as a way to have not been around when half the group
left to go home. I’m not one for saying good-byes…they make me too sad.

The pool was excellent for swimming and relaxing

or leisure diving

lots and lots of leisure diving

The beach had just the right amount of shade and waves

great fallen trees for a little yoga

One of the highlights of the trip was the deep sea fishing
we did on Wednesday. My friend Sherry invited a few of us to join her on the
trip to Marlin fish. I was sad to miss two yoga practices but it was good to
get away from the group for a day and get out on the ocean. I admit, I was
terrified to deep sea fish. Last time I did, well the last two times I went I
vomited the whole day. The last thing I wanted to do was ruin Sherry’s fishing
trip by being sick. Marlin fishing, however, is a whole different ball game.
You go about 30 miles offshore and throw six lines in and troll for them until
you can catch one on the line. Then whoever is up first has to run down and sit
in a chair and start reeling as fast as she can. I decided to go first since I
was afraid I would be sick later in the trip and I wanted to get a turn in.
Sherry, in actuality should have been first but she immediately starting
vomiting as soon as we were about 5 miles offshore. She stayed sea sick for
about 5 of the 8 hour trip which was a big bummer for her but, as she says,
also a learning lesson in surrendering control.

Boats and beers what more could you want?

My fish was about 110lbs (estimated by the captain) and let
me tell you reeling one of those guys in is a ton of work. The deck hands were
great though and tell you exactly what to do. Sport fishing is a dance of
letting the line out and reeling in. You have to hold the rod tight so that it
doesn’t go flying into the water but you also have to relinquish control so you
can tire the fish out. It seemed like I fought with the fish for half an hour
although in reality it was only about 10 minutes and then he got away.
Apparently they use these circular hooks now that biodegrade and are better for
the fish but they are also easier for the fish to come off of. Next up was
Robyn and Brandi and Brandi ended up being the only one who got the fish into
the boat for us to take a picture with. Although it wasn’t a Marlin but a
sailfish, I couldn’t have been prouder of my friend for catching the fastest
fish in the ocean. We released the fish after taking a picture and it reminded
me a lot of what this trip was all about – us to enjoy but ultimately something
we had to let go of.

sitting in nervous anticipation

Me vs. the sea

catch of the day

you can't tame this

There are lots of things I will miss about Costa Rica and
this trip- the morning meditation and the yoga with the ocean breeze in my
face, the snack times and the group swims in the ocean, the afternoon leisure
diving and reading, the evening yoga with torrential downpours, the frogs in
front of our rooms at night and the late night swims, the dinners with
different people every night, the fishing and the cold beer after, the
watermelon from panama and the best pineapple I’ve ever tasted, add-on and
catchetones, the chocolate ice cream donuts and the salsa, the conversations
and the whispering, the tears we all shed when we left. I know that even though
I will go back next year it won’t be the same because we will all be different.
And maybe that’s what makes returning to the same place over again, not such a
bad thing. You see or learn something new each time….just like every experience
I have on the yoga mat is different.

our last yoga class together in paradise

I am so thankful that I had the
opportunity to get to know better these people. I braved many obstacles to come
down there and in return I left my worry and self doubt behind. I took home
with me a courageous spirit and a melted heart and I learned much about myself.
To the husband that made this all possible I cannot express enough gratitude.
To the teachers who led the retreat I cannot thank them enough for their wisdom
and knowledge. To the friends that I got to know better I cannot thank them
enough for the laughter and the energy. And to Costa
Rica for offering me a new insight I say
Pura Vida. Until we meet again….

Costa Rica

Navy Pier in Chicago

Walloon Lake, Michigan

Vail

Aspen

San Diego

Paris

Notre Dame

South Beach Miami

Mesa Verde Cliff Dwellings

Honolulu

Durango

Estes Park

Vegas

washington DC

About Me

I'm lucky enough to travel the world and get paid to do so. My office is at 38,000 feet with plenty of windows and great views. When I'm not above the clouds I still live a mile high in a great state where I can ski in the winters and hike and tube down the rivers in the summer. I share my life with my dog and my husband and in-between my crazy adventures I find time for myself on the yoga mat. Yoga is definitely what keeps me grounded in my otherwise crazy life.